Dj Lipton

Well I'm back. Things seem to be working better now. Pardon our dust.

'Well Paid Scientist'

You're a well paid scientist

You only talk in facts

You know you're always right

'Cause you know how to prove it, step by step

A PhD to show you're smart

With textbook formulas

But you're used up

Just like a factory hand

Something is wrong here

You won't find in on a shelf

You're well-paid, you're well-trained

You're tied to a rack

Company cocktails, gotta go

Say the right thing don't fidget, jockey for position

Be polite in the pyramid you hate

Sip that scotch, get that raise, this ain't no party at all

Something is wrong here

You won't find in on a shelf

You're well-paid, you're well-trained

You're tied to a rack

Cringe and tense up, grind your teeth

And wipe your sweaty palms

Close your windows driving past the lowlife company bar

They're making fun of you

Ha!

Ah, even you

You've gotta punch the clock, why don't you punch your boss?

Ah, even you

You just punch the clock, too scared to punch your boss

When will you crack?

When will you crack?

When will you...

Open your eyes, open your eyes, open your eyes?

Pull up to your sterile home, you're drained

Bite the heads off of your kids

Chew them well, they taste like you, just slam the door

Assigned here 'cause your company owns the land

All your colleagues live here too

Private guards in golf carts keep you safe at home?

Something is wrong here

You won't find in on a shelf

You're well-paid, you're well-trained

You're tied to a rack

When will you crack?

When will you crack?

When will you crack?

When will you crack?

The dark shattered underbelly of the American dream

Avoid it like the plague

It stares you from your bathroom mirror

Drown!

-The Dead Kenny Chesneys

'Back To The Hotel'

V-Town, brother check it out, I'm bout to throw it down

Dick in hand, you shoulda had your toke down

A little city, chillin' in the North Bay

Needless to say, my boyz don't play fool

Yorker sidin' you know how the song goes

In the back, sippin' purple chongos

Don't look for trouble but it always seems to find us, forty

Grippin' panties, sippin', and the seats are right behind us

Quick left, one blow, K.O.

Hit the road to the next episode

In the saga of a few fellas

Oh what the hell, I guess i better tell ya

It's Friday night, I got a brand new kick on

A fifth of Henny, for me to get bent on

Hit the country club then picked up ML

Eighty west, back to the hotel

At the telly, Bones is doing butt work

Johnny Z had his hand up a miniskirt

The Latina in the corner started to flirt

And I knew that when she saw me baby doll was gonna jaw me

Set for the night so I took her to my ride

Grab my Mickey and my Buddha and I met her outside

Who-ride, brother striking through to be seen

A Lexus 400 to the triple gold Z's

Acid in my bottle, so I gotta get some more

Put the pedal to the metal back to the liquor store

Cause you know what i mean when I'm feelin' kinda funky

A sick honky, straight goin' donkey

Money in my sock, jimmy in the glove

Layin' in the Lexus, I'm about to make good love

And burn rubber up the block

Back to the telly, I gotta get some new cock

New cock (echoes)

Ah naw, could it be?

I just got a page an' a broad want to do me

Hooked it up, told her meet me at the hotel

She had a friend with her so i called TL

Soothe me up, Sally want to meet Dick

And Monty licked, so try an' make it real quick

Aw yeah, I jumped in the F-train

But wait a minute, we gotta hit the store man

I got to get some gum and some Tic-Tac's

Two tall cans and a packet of Blackjack's

We got the goods, now we're headin' for the ho down

There goes the telly, so fella won't you slow down

Park the ride in the front like a sick one

Just in case, we gotta bust a quick one

Lock the load, let's go look for like 118

But lay low cause I really don't want to be seen

Is this the room? Aw yeah, that's the right one

I got the black broad and you got the white one

So hit the lights man, I just might man

Try an' throw this thing all night an'

Get her so sprung, that she'll drop some ale

So I can catch turn and hit another hotel

-N2Deep

Welp here's some music but, no artwork. My computer is on the fritz so I can't use Photoshop to bring you the full experience. We'll see what happens after the weekend or whatever.

Thanks for listening,

Dj Lipton

I love to sleep.

All you want to do is sleep when you make it?

Fuck no radiohead, I want to get more shit and make it better. Then get more shit and make it again. Again, and again, and again. Do you think this is some game of thrones, Ramsey?

Goooood Moooorrrning Vietnam!!!!

...never happened...

It's not punishment. It's preparation.

Yeah, Preparation H.

What a pain in the ass.

I'm tired of waiting and wasting my time. When you are done being god; come get me.

"Get fat and grow titties." -Scarface (1983)

When I first moved to this area. I kept seeing graffiti of the flying eye from 1960s acid culture. Above the eye was a name Bob Fudge. I even saw this guy's artwork in the countryside. So, here's to you Bob Fudge wherever you are. You were brave enough to pick up a spray can to get your message across; whatever that message was.

Honk, bleep, whir, blop, bloop, whistle.